51.
When on my couch I’m lying
In night and pillows conceal’d,
A sweet and charming image
Before me stands reveal’d.
As soon as silent slumber
Hath closed mine eyes in sleep,
Into my dream this image
Doth softly, gently creep.
Yet with the dream of morning
It ne’er doth melt away,
For in mine inmost bosom
I bear it all the day.